Elegy For a Duchess

Who would believe your slim elegant body would win my affection, when you gracelessly step on toes? Your soft doe skin of cream spotted brown, floppy ears I threaten to turn into gloves as a joke. Through many chain jangle calls for walks where you race and lunge and bark fighting for the right to be with me, how could I turn you away? When you almost die I am ready to give you away to death, hating the sick green puke, you become skinnier despite the surgery until finally one simple shot brings you back to us alive, slurping our hands and faces. Busy days of science and humanities and government tucked up in a chair, I forgot you, but you begged let me even eat your apple. let me sit in your lap but you’re so big now you don’t fit and don't like apple. Chocolate chips cookies, though, a whole batch scarfed from the table and then you wiggle and wag tail, snarl, your teeth clenched when I offer just one more. We all know who is guilty, not you, your innocence, your steadfast defense, says it is our family who has forgot. Finally, it is too late. You hurt too bad, spine enflamed, barely able to walk or eat. Tomorrow your last day. I pick up the chain, you race happy to join me down the row of maples losing their last autumn leaves, where my brother and I lead you plodding like an old man, stopping to breathe, and I see stars in my eyes, saying goodbye. Goodbye to the lady of our family, the Dalmatian Duchess who loved us best, walked beside us through our childhood days like a guardian. 11-16-2013